Red Queen Age Rating Novels & Stories

Like a dog, she thought to herself but when Hegi pulled the chair out and she made to sit until a sharp voice from the door halted her. "You will not sully the queen's seat with your filthiness." All eyes in the hall turned to the presence at the door. Mare remembered her from the painting she had stopped to stare at on the day of the Dragon's birth celebration, the day when her troubles truly began. It was the princess of Arlankis and her golden hair, much like the prince's was pulled back. Hers was twisted into a series of complicated braids, short tendrils of unruly hair framed a perfectly boned face. Her eyes, like the rest of the family, were an icy blue that spoke volumes of her hatred

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her... Slay her dragons... I will.

- Demetria tried another argument, but Cassius only waved his hand. - We will stay with you for as long as you need us. I will personally choose the people for your council. - But...- The girl tried to argue, but she was interrupted by Elena. ~ Enough. You will be a perfect queen. Believe in yourself. That is our destiny. We are protectors.~ Her beast growled in her mind, stretching her wings and releasing her aura. Demetria looked at her mother and nodded slowly. Three days later. Coronation.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

Alcina cares little for the way her dress, pristine and bespoke, are quickly growing dark with dirt and grime, as she brushes at the egg with her sleeves. Alcina’s breath seizes when it reveals a darkened, ruby-red jewel, roughly the size of a person’s head. A dragon egg. But something about it is undeniably tainted, for it has none of that wondrous luster that Perseus and Orion’s eggs had had. Instead, even when the grime is brushed away, there is something...dull , about it. Something sallow and tainted and, as indescribable as the quality is, something that feels as though it had been poisoned.

It would give her a sleek look. We drank our mojitos for pregame and hailed a cab to go to Alessandro's club, The raven. We arrived at the club. There was a good-looking guy approaching us, he is a brunette, I can't see his eyes clearly because of the lights. He looks like in his mid-20s, has a scruffy strong looking jaw, heavily tattooed hands, looks like Zayn Malik but a sinner wearing a clean tidy suit and he is definitely her type.